Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.